Who would I be if I don’t believe?
I have an all almighty feeling in my soul, who is it I become if that sensation started to leave?
Often my words appear cocky as I speak a big game.
It’s just unapologetic confidence, won’t say sorry for wanting to fulfill my dreams – living a roller coaster of a life as the world learns my name.
I won’t apologize. I refuse to say sorry, for the visions I realize.
Family and friends, they stand with me.
They may not know my destiny like I do, but they believe when I say it’s meant to be.
I’ve won wars I hate recalling. Each time I prove that the opposing demons can bleed.
And they did. Why? Because I believe!
I been to my lowest of lows.
In my head it’s a confrontation that went to blows.
I know I’ll win, that’s how this story goes!
So no one, and absolutely no one tells me I’ll fail. Because this is my destiny!
My prophecy!
My story!
I believe in this life some would refer to as a fantasy, better yet I believe in me.
Just to be clear, I’m going to do glorious things and for that I’ll never be sorry.
Sincerely, me.
